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  • On the side of farmer Ivan's barn in the hay bales lived a bunny family. The bunnies had taken to nibbling from the farmers crops and especially liked the farmers wife's small vegetable and flower garden in back of the shed. They’d sit and nibble the greens down to the nub and then they would eat the roots too. The bunnies were bound to be caught sooner or later because the farmer's wife had spotted them hopping off under the fence into the field.


    Each morning the farmer's wife would sneak out in the early morning and watch the bunny family feast in her garden. Knowing the nature of bunnies to return to where they previously feasted, she set out a little basket to see if it would scare them off. Quite the opposite thing happened. Those bunnies harvested the radishes, carrots and parsnips and then went on to harvest the snap peas and string beans. They piled the harvest nicely in the basket. Of course they ate a few, but the majority of the harvest was left for her.

    When she saw the basket she couldn’t believe her eyes. So the next morning she set the basket out again and the bunnies harvested and filled the basket until it was overflowing and the garden was bare.

    Of course the farmers wife was upset because her garden had been depleted, but she also appreciated how clever the bunnies were. So again she set out a basket in her garden and the bunnies, who had harvested everything still needed to fill the basket, so they visited the hen house. Low and behold when the farmers wife saw how well the bunnies had gathered the eggs, not even breaking one, she took to leaving little snacks in the garden. Each morning she’d pick up her basket filled with eggs and a beautiful little flower.

    Word got out about the amazing bunnies and soon reporters and newsmen gathered at the farmer's door wanting to write stories about the bunnies. The bunnies being very camera shy, scattered near and far and over time started their own little families. Which meant the farmers wife was left to harvest her own garden. Now and then a basket would appear in her garden with fruit, flowers and eggs and she knew her little bunny friends were still near.

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    Happy Easter.
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